Guild Of Thieves

Encounter: A Band Of Thieves???

::Shit!!!:: the cloaked figure thought. Jumping over logs, ducking under branches, all the while trying to lose the guards that are on their tail. ::Where in Helix's name did they come from?!?!:: Approaching the water ways the cloaked figure quickly and efficiently slips up into the tree's.

Shouts could be heard and the glistening light of approximately a dozen torches can be seen flicking like fireflies between the tree's. As the shouts traverse closer, the forms of a dozen guards and an member of the Sargents Guard, slowly but feels to quickly comes to a halt underneath a tree. The same tree the cloaked figure happens to be in.

"Do you reckon they went in???" Asked one of the guards to no one in particular. "Nah, they'd be stupid to." Replied one of the others. "His right you know, it'd be a real stupid idea to enter in there, that water will run them clean. No one gets out of there unscathed." Says the member of the Sargents Guard.

"Check further down the down the river bank, it comes out near the village!!!" Shouts the member of the Sargents Guard. "Yes Sir!!!" The guards chorus. As the guards take off at fast jog down stream, the member of the Sargents guard stays in the area for a few more minutes, before following after the guards. The cloaked figure sits in the tree, waiting, counting, so as to not be caught off guard.

Deemed clear, the cloaked figure slips out of the tree and approaches the banks of the rivers edge. ::Definitely not.:: thought the cloaked figure as they put their hand into the river. Not only was it freezing, but it's to fast flowing for anyone to attempt to cross.

Deciding to consult the map, the figure gathers a small amount of twigs and using their striker pad they ignite the twigs on fire. Pulling out their map, the figure uses small pocket sized counter weights to hold the map down. The figure traces a hand along a familiar river that they're sitting next to.

::Not far from the rendezvous point.:: thought the figure. Glancing upwards the figure decides that they have enough time for a rest. Standing up the figure covers the fire with dirt, pockets the map and counter weights. Just as the figure was about to turn around, the slightest of sounds alerted the figure, that they might not be alone.

At a sly pace, the figure reaches for their bow, strapped beneath the back of their cloak. The sounds of muffled steps traverse towards the cloaked figure. At the sound of metal drawing against a scabbard, the cloaked figure whips around quickly with practiced ease, that only comes with years of practice. And fires...

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